Valley of the Sun

I'm in Phoenix this week for work. Here are the things I have learned the first day of my visit:

There are monsoons here this time of year.
It's hot.
It's humid.
There is no grass in people's yards, they have gravel instead (gotta be tough on lawn mowers).
People find rattlesnakes, scorpions, tarantulas, black widows, gilla monsters, road runners, mountain lions, coyotes, and javelinas in their neighborhoods.
It's hot.
It rained here more in the last 24 hours than it has all summer in Seattle.
It's humid.
There is nothing to do downtown.
It's the flattest place I've ever been (remember, I lived in Fargo).
Everyone has a swimming pool.
Air conditioning keeps the city from melting.
Dust storms are not pleasant.
It's hot even when it's raining.
Every summer the locals vow to make it their last and move away. The population is aging.
Sharriff Joe is an a$$.
You do not want to mess with Arizona DUI laws, take your chances in Utah.
I now know what a javelina is and they don't taste very good.
It's hot.
I love the northwest.